The Shape of Inexistence
When the night comes
existence takes the shape
of inexistence for those
who have no home
but the streets’ laps,
for those who queue,
as usual,
waiting for new sorrows,
& above all,
for those whose morning
is not yet to come.
Ali Znaidi (b. 1977) lives in Redeyef, Tunisia, where he teaches English. His work has appeared in various magazines and journals worldwide. He authored four poetry chapbooks including Experimental Ruminations (Fowlpox Press, 2012), Moon’s Cloth Embroidered with Poems (Origami Poems Project, 2012), Bye, Donna Summer! (Fowlpox Press, 2014), and Taste of the Edge (Kind of A Hurricane Press, 2014). Links to his published and forthcoming works can be found at aliznaidi.blogspot.com.
well done! and, looking forward to reviewing your new collection of poetry, 'Bye, Donna Summer!' ayaz daryl nielsen bearcreekhaiku.blogspot.com
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ReplyDeleteI'm glad to see you already have one wonderful comment on your poem. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent here. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.
Blessings,
Karen
Hello, Ali - your poem is very touching and your title is brutally true. Isn't it strange how the contradiction is so obvious in your words and in the word "inexistent"? Kind of gives one a feeling of emptiness since most of us are in denial. We "look" but we "don't see" ... perhaps because we are far too used to "seeing" - but then then that tends to make us "inexistent" too - doesn't it? Love your poem! Sheri
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ReplyDeleteDelightful and poignant.
Poetic and a blessing to read. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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